Dove was trodding warily through the woods, trying to find her way out. She was growing more frightened by the minute, strange noises and scents disrupting her. Suddenly she paused to check her whereabouts, when she heard a faint giggle fit. Tilting her head, she strained her neck, ears perked, to hear the noise again. When she didn't hear it after a few minutes, she shook her head.
<i>I'm losing my mind out here,</i> she thought as she began to think again. Moving forward, she thought she could make out a sort of spring up ahead. Suddenly another giggle reached her ears, startling her. With a jump, she scurried behind a tree and sat there, blue eyes wide with fear and worry. When she heard the laughter continued, she realized the other wolf must have been laughing at something else, because for a long time nothin had leapt out at her.
Slowly and cautiously, Dove craned her neck and peered past the tree and undergrowth, only to see a wolf sitting by the spring, nearly giggling her head off. She realized the other she-wolf seemed to be unable to stop laughing, but nonetheless, Dove felt a pang of terror in her heart. Her curiosity said 'investigate', but her thoughts yelled 'run'.